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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-13 15:55:00

Current mood:	groggy
Entry tags:	!complete, day 04, dean winchester, location: carnival, open, sam winchester, shannon rutherford

Day Four
Who: Dean Winchester & OTA
What: Day Four, beginning to realize...
When: Just after dawn
Where: Edge of the forest, nearest landmark: Carnival
Rating: R (always with the language)
Status: Complete

Dean had been walking for what felt like forever. His feet actually ached and his clothing was torn in various places from brambles, errant tree branches and who knew what else. He wasn't sure when he'd started walking but his eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the light creeping across the treetops above him. It was still somewhat dark down there between the dense trees but he could see something ahead of him. A great, gleaming circle rising up into the air through the foliage.

Frowning, Dean ran a hand through his hair and a few dried and rustling leaves fluttered to the ground around him. He was all but trudging, dragging his feet at this point. It occurred to him with sudden clarity that he had no idea where he was or why he was there. He felt like he was trying to pull himself out of a long and sticky sleep that wanted to keep him buried in some fog of numbness. Something about that wasn't right and he knew it but his head was fuzzy. So damned fuzzy. He became aware of the fact that his stomach felt nauseated the further he slid forward on lazy feet. Perhaps whatever was up ahead had water somewhere inside. Or maybe there were people.

No. Not maybe. Somehow he knew there would be people somewhere. He didn't know how but that seemed stamped as a fact directly on his sluggish brain. He groaned as he stepped from the edge of the forest into a clearing filled with colorful booths and sunlight. The sun seemed to burn into his mind and he closed his eyes, rubbing them. "What the hell is going on?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-15 10:56 am UTC (link)

When he didn't take her hand, but instead gave a laugh and looked down at himself to indicate - in case she hadn't already noticed - how much bigger than her he was, Shannon rolled her eyes playfully and smirked. "Men," she muttered. "I think I can handle it," she added and winced for him as he tore off the bandage.

Furrowing her brow slightly, she shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted. "But seeing as how you can't remember who you are...it probably wasn't anything good," she added. Somehow, she felt her heart break a little when he asked who Sam was. If he was Sam's brother, that would absolutely crush her roommate - he'd been and probably still was - really worried about his brother and had been looking for him. "Sam's...this guy I'm sharing my shelter with," she said awkwardly. "If you're who I think you are..." her voice then trailed off and she shook her hand slightly in front of him in an effort to get him to take it. Maybe it was better not to say, yet, especially if he wasn't who she thought he was.

"Anyway, come on, do you want me to help you or no?" she asked patiently. At the very least, Shannon thought he should get up off the ground and they should get out of the carnival. It was creepy anyway, but if the clown shoes - Oh my God, did I seriously pick that up from Bob? Jesus... - running the show here hadn't had a problem erasing this guy's memory even when he was built the way he was, she'd practically be a sitting duck.

She paused and licked her lips before chewing on the bottom one. Shannon was afraid to share her whereabouts with more people when Sam still may not have been a wise choice, but it was closer than the gym and the pharmacy and she'd kept a bottle of Aleve for herself. Actually, it had already come in handy for the dull hangover headache that she'd woken up to. If he was in a lot of pain and just not letting it show because he was trying to be all macho or whatever then a walk to the gym or, worse, to the pharmacy was probably a bad idea. She hated herself a little bit for thinking it, but she thought maybe he might be just out of it enough that he wouldn't remember where she was staying once they left, anyway.

...real sensitive, Shan. Boone's voice. Shannon closed her eyes and shook her head to rid it of the thought. When she opened them again, she looked back down at maybe-Dean expectantly. Was he coming or not?

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hellsboy
2009-04-16 10:13 pm UTC (link)

"Oh really," he answered her with a sarcastic smile. "You can pull me up even though I weigh twice as much as you and I'm dizzy as hell? You must be Super Girl! Where's the cape?" He shook his head and pulled at the bandage on his arm.

He was started to get very frustrated with the whole thing. He felt restless and like he was supposed to be doing something -- something very important -- but he couldn't remember what it was. Which was annoying as hell. But his head was beginning to feel more normal, or at least less fuzzy and full of cotton. Her voice didn't sound shrill or make him wince now and he thought maybe he could stand up if he did it slowly.

Ignoring her offered hand, he grabbed hold of the side of the booth he'd been leaning against. "No offense," he explained. "I don't want to hurt you if I fall over again." But it didn't seem likely that he would since he was standing now and only swaying a little. "So uh give me a minute and then take me to your leader," he quipped with a wink and a smile at Shannon. "This Sam will know who I am, you think?"

He worked the bandage completely away from his arm and tossed it aside. Beneath the bandage was a tattoo. It looked fresh by the way it was rimmed with angry red flesh and the ink was pristinely black against his tanned skin. It was one word. Expired. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Dean asked and rubbed his tender bicep gingerly, shaking his head.

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